Here you guys go, Chapter 2~! Please note that I started writing this before the anime ended, so I apologize for the inaccuracy of the story. ^_^

Days, then weeks, then a few months passed and Fushimi and Misaki didn't come into contact with each other again. Whenever Fushimi didn't see his old friend, he was in a constant state of perpetual boredom. He was so very, very bored. Despite his boredom, his mind was chaotic. Thoughts of Misaki were constantly buzzing around in his head. I want Misaki. I want to see him. I want him to see me. I want him. I want him. I want him. He felt like he was going to go insane.

Right when he felt like he was about to reach the brink of insanity, there was war; a war between HOMRA and Scepter 4. Tensions between the two clans had been running high since their previous war that took place at the school where HOMRA had suspected the Colourless King to be. Then, in a street fight between two members of each of the clans, one of the members of the reds had been killed. This caused them to break into all-out war.

About three days into their war, a battle was fought on the bridge connecting the school to the main city. As soon as the battle began, Fushimi immediately sought out Misaki. He knew that he was there. He didn't know how, but he knew. Then, he saw him. It was Misaki. He could finally see Misaki after such a long time. But, before he could get to him, another member of HOMRA got in his way. Anger boiled up inside him. How dare this lowlife keep him from Misaki? The man that he vaguely recognized attacked him, shortly after he had stopped him, with a crowbar. With quick reflexes, Fushimi quickly drew his sword and easily stopped his attack, a dark expression set on his face.

"Get out of my way," He ordered. The other man only laughed as if that statement was the most absurd thing in the world.
"No way! If I killed the infamous HOMRA traitor, I'd be rewarded for sure," The man stated, as if it was obvious. Traitor. That word stung, even when it didn't come from Misaki's mouth. It stung because he regretted it. He regretted leaving Misaki. His hand unconsciously went to his collar bone, where his tattoo used to be and where his burn mark now lay, set there forever. As much as he regretted it, he knew more than anyone that he would never be accepted back into HOMRA. Even if he did, it would do him no good. Things would go back to being exactly as they were before. He would have to sit there and watch Misaki chase after HOMRA's leader. He would have to sit there and face the fact that Misaki wouldn't look at him every single day. He had no choice but to leave.
His grip on his sword tightened as even more anger and pain was bubbling up inside him.

"Very well," Fushimi said without a hint of emotion. He held his sword in front of him, quickly trying to compose his thoughts before uttering the words, "Fushimi, ready!" Blue flames swirled around him as he made his move to attack. He easily overpowered the HOMRA grunt. He was simply faster, stronger and had a much better instinct to kill than most others. Without even breaking a sweat, he had the other man on the ground, his sword pointing dangerously at his chest. He raised his sword up, about to bring it down and end the man's life, when he heard Misaki's voice.

"That's enough, you monkey!" The redhead's angry voice was enough to stop Fushimi in his tracks completely. He looked up to see him standing there, his baseball bat pointing at him, too close to his face for comfort. Nevertheless, a smile spread across his face. He stood up straight, taking a couple of steps back, completely forgetting his previous opponent.
"Hello, there, Mi-Sa-Ki-," It was as if his mocking tone came on automatically.
"I thought you said that we should settle things with each other, hm?" Misaki did his best to ignore Fushimi's mocking.
"I came to find you so that we could do just that, but unfortunately this rat got in my way," He said in a matter-of-fact manner. "But since you went out of your way to find me, why don't we just cut to the chase?"
"Agreed." As soon as they were finished exchanging words, they got right to fighting. As always, they were equally matched for the most part. But something was different about Fushimi this time, something that drove him to overpower his opponent. It was desire; a desire to dominate Misaki, to have him to himself. Soon, their battle was over. Fushimi had won. Misaki was on the floor, in a similar position to Fushimi's last opponent, with the other's sword pointing at his neck. But, like their last battle, Fushimi couldn't move. He froze. He couldn't back out and let Misaki go, but he couldn't kill him either.
"If you're going to kill me, then just do it," Misaki said bitterly. What was he supposed to do now? Deciding that he couldn't kill the redhead, he sheathed his sword and began to walk away.

He noticed that as soon as he had left, another blue started attacking Misaki. But Misaki was defenseless. He had barely gotten up, when his assailant knocked him down again. Fushimi whirled around and started sprinting back to them, just as his comrade was about to deliver the final blow with his sword. No, he couldn't lose Misaki. Just in time, he managed to get between them. However, he didn't have enough time to block the man's sword. Fushimi cried out in pain as the sword went right through his side. Both of the other men were stunned at his actions. The man from Scepter 4 pulled his sword back, unsure of what to do. He took a couple of shaky steps backwards then turned and ran away. Fushimi fell to his knees, then onto his back, clutching at his wound and coughing. All Misaki could do was stare at him, then follow suit and fall to his knees as well.
"Saru-Saruhiko… Why?" He said, dumbfounded. Fushimi smiled. Not his usual, mocking smile, but a genuinely happy one.
"I don't want to lose you, Misaki," He said, looking up at the other, then his smile widened. "You're finally looking at me. Please, Misaki, look only at me."

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